Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Dead silence.

There was a deathly silence in the room.

The blood rain falling from the sky seemed to be the only sound in this world.

The raindrops pattered against the almost stagnant thoughts of the three sages.

Tongtian, Nuwa, and Houtu were all stunned and speechless.

Did they kill Zhunti?

That's it?

Listen!

Is this really human language?

That's said as casually as if you'd just crushed an ant.

Those who didn't know better would think that Gu Changqing had just killed some insignificant ordinary creature.

But who is that?

That's a saint!

Heavenly Sage, Zhunti!

Unbreakable through countless eons, its primordial spirit is entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, an immortal and indestructible existence!

But coming from Gu Changqing's mouth, it sounded so... insignificant.

His nonchalant, even slightly drunken, demeanor amplified the impact of his words!

a long time.

"Gudong."

Even Tongtian, a sage, swallowed hard, making a clearly audible sound.

He stared intently at Gu Changqing, his usually bold and unrestrained face now filled with indescribable shock and disbelief.

He wanted to ask, is this true?

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

Because he knew it was true.

That extraordinary phenomenon of heaven and earth grieving together, that sorrow originating from the very source of the Great Dao, could not be faked.

This sense of sorrow is a thousand times more intense than when any saint was suppressed and had their physical body destroyed!

This is enough to show that this time, Zhunti's physical body was destroyed and his holy position was taken away.

It was truly... annihilation of both body and soul!

Die dead!

An immortal and indestructible Heavenly Saint, gone just like that?

Completely, utterly, all traces of it have been erased from this world!

This realization was like a bolt of chaotic divine thunder, exploding in the minds of the three saints and shattering their remaining rationality.

In an instant, the Tongtian Sect Leader thought of many things.

He recalled a long time ago when Gu Changqing asked the mysterious Taiji Daojun about the method of slaying saints.

At first, he thought his disciple was just arrogant and unwilling to be subordinate to others, and was planning for the future ahead of time.

Or rather, in Tongtian's eyes at that time, Gu Changqing was just indulging in wishful thinking.

But he never imagined that this day would come so soon!

And it happened so suddenly!

He really did it!

In such a shocking and timeless manner, a genuine Heavenly Saint was completely annihilated!

The Tongtian Sect Leader's lips moved, his voice extremely dry. He looked at Gu Changqing and muttered to himself.

"You have truly succeeded in your cultivation."

You actually mastered that method of slaying saints!

Upon hearing this, Nuwa and Houtu's delicate bodies trembled once again.

They've come to terms with everything.

It turns out that this is actually possible.

Was this seemingly idle, drunken swordsman already preparing for what was to come?

With this thought in mind, the two women's gazes toward Gu Changqing became increasingly complicated.

Shock, horror, bewilderment, awe...

All sorts of emotions intertwined, and in the end, they all turned into a deep sense of powerlessness.

They realized that they seemed to have never truly understood Gu Changqing.

He is always shrouded in a thick fog. Just when you think you have peeled back a layer and seen some of the truth, you will find that behind that fog lies an even deeper and more unfathomable abyss.

Ignoring the shock of the three men, Gu Changqing simply tilted his head back and took another gulp of wine. The spicy liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, bringing a burning warmth.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if savoring something.

......

Just as the three saints were in turmoil and unable to calm down.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, in the depths of chaos.

In Zixiao Palace.

A figure staggered and broke through the chaotic air currents like a madman, landing in front of the ancient Taoist palace.

The newcomer's Taoist robe was tattered and torn, his hair was disheveled, and two clear lines of bloody tears hung on his face. His expression was crazed, filled with endless sorrow and despair.

Without him!

The visitor was none other than the guiding saint of Western Buddhism!

At this moment, where is even a trace of the composure and majesty a saint should possess?

The aura of sainthood emanating from him was in complete disarray, and his usually sorrowful face was now filled with grief and madness.

"Daozu!"

"Daozu!!"

The messenger's hoarse shouts pierced through the many restrictions of Zixiao Palace, echoing throughout the empty and deathly silent hall.

Inside the main hall, two figures sat cross-legged.

A man dressed in a black Taoist robe, with an ethereal aura, blended with heaven and earth, was none other than the Taoist Ancestor Hongjun.

The other person was shrouded in a dense aura of chaos, his face blurred and indistinct, but the ancient and desolate aura emanating from him was in no way inferior to that of Hongjun.

It was the ancient demon god born from chaos, the Ancestor of Chaos.

Upon hearing the mournful cry of the guide, Hongjun slowly opened his eyes. In those eyes, there was neither sorrow nor joy, indifference devoid of any emotion.

The Chaos Ancestor also glanced sideways, seemingly with some curiosity.

"Dao Ancestor! I beg the Dao Ancestor for mercy!"

Jieyin rushed into the main hall, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly to Hongjun. His forehead hit the cold ground with a dull thud.

"Junior brother... Junior brother Zhunti..."

He burst into tears, his words choked with sobs and broken into fragments.

"He was killed by that Gu Changqing!"

"Body and soul annihilated! Death brings the annihilation of all!!"

The guiding voice exits.

But both Hongjun and Chaos Ancestor had solemn expressions and remained silent.

really!

The strange phenomenon of the Heavenly Dao Void opening and the Saint's Dao Fruit shattering was indeed caused by Gu Changqing.

They exchanged a glance, and Hongjun and the Chaos Ancestor could see the shock in each other's hearts.

Jieyin didn't notice the two people's reactions at all; he was still crying blood and tears, and his voice was extremely shrill.

"My junior brother died unjustly!"

"My junior brother and I have been born together since ancient times. For the sake of the West and our religion, we have worked diligently and conscientiously, never daring to slack off in the slightest!"

"And now, he has come to this end! Heaven is unjust! Heaven is unjust!"

He cried out as he looked up, his bloodshot and desperate eyes fixed on Hongjun.

"This disciple begs the Dao Ancestor to intervene!"

"I beg the Dao Ancestor to use his supreme divine powers to reverse life and death and revive my junior brother!"

At this moment, Jieyin's mind was filled only with the words of Laozi and Yuanshi.

If he could return to the primordial world, Zhunti might still have a chance to be resurrected.

And the only one capable of doing this is probably Hongjun Daozu.

However, this time, the guide was destined to be disappointed.

Hearing his words, Hongjun remained silent for a long time.

Finally, at some point, he spoke.

But the first thing he said was not in response to the request for guidance.

Instead, Hongjun let out a heavy, melancholy sigh.

"Ugh......"